"It's okay, Spring," Sam said. "He's not going to hurt her, I promise. You can trust him. Remember, he didn't have to ask you; he could have just froz...n you again and done whatever he wanted to, but he didn't. He asked you instead. Please?" Will you stay with me while he goes to her?" Of course I will," Samantha said, hugging her. "Be brave, Spring; it's what you do best." No it's not," Spring answered in a teasing voice, "and you know it." She turned to me. "Go ahead."The first thing I did. She wants to buy a house." Probably, the neighbors complained, all that hollering she was doing when we were in her apartment. Maybe the landlord's throwing her out." Very funny." Dave said. But I knew he didn't mind, if I kidded him about Emily, when it was just him and me there to hear it.Dave made his shot, almost holing it out right from the little rubber-thingie, there, at the start, but the ball didn't quite go in. He tapped in for a two, and I got a par three."She wants us to move there,. He must have sat by the computer during their discussions because Brock almost always would ask the appropriate questions.Mel liked being able to take a few minutes each Sunday to just relax. She was pushing herself too hard to succeed. She knew that and others had pointed it out to her. So Sunday afternoons were just for setting back and catching up with Brock. The conversations could be serious or silly. The pair could discuss current events or world history. Whatever direction they took, Mel. I walked intothe coffee shop and immediately saw Belinda sitting at a table. Shelooked great in a vee neck top showing off her boobs, a nice short skirt,silky legs with 5" heels and perfectly made up. She was smoking a longfeminine cigarette and her long, polished fingers turned me on. Iintroduced myself, shook her hand and took a seat. She told me to relax.We looked like any other couple in the room. I began to relax as wechatted about ourselves. Belinda lost her parents when she was young.